May Be Consigned Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Body may be consigned to flames
No more fun and no more games
You were so close to the heart
I had never imagined that you may depart

Was there any hesitation?
To hide the problem and ditch the relation
What made you to bear it alone?
We were same for all purpose as one

How to express that I miss you so much?
Tears refuse to roll down as such
They don't to show any displeasure
They are still in confusion and unsure

Heart is filled with agony and grief
It gives itch in body with no relief
I am stunned to see your dead body
You were till last healthy and steady

I never asked you anytime
From where you belonged to and came
It was inner call and I responded
You acknowledged with grace and seconded

Days passed off like river flow
We had lot more to forget and blow
We never went in different direction
Thoughts and behavior matched with action

I am speechless to face untimely death
I have problem to stop the breath
It is unending and cries in despair
I look at sky and helplessly stare

You are great loss to me in person
Almighty might have erred with reason
You were not to depart so early
You have left us behind unhappily